The streets are crowded with people and traffic, and people's faces are beaming with happiness. She couldn't run this usually short distance, and the wind filled with all kinds of chaotic sounds whizzed past her ears, making her upset.
Master Yun Chu struggled through the crowd and ran towards the alley ahead with his faint breath that was about to dissipate.
She hurried past, and realizing what to stop, she slowed down her pace and backed away slowly.
Master Yun Chu could only feel the dissipating breath with her eyes closed. She squatted on the ground and felt a spasm in her throat, making her almost breathless.
Zi Sangning flew to the rooftop and watched her behavior, already knowing what she was doing.
The demonic power around has not disappeared, and the resentment is heavy. After all, it is too late...
He didn't know when he flew down and stood in front of the first master. The girl raised her eyes, her nose was red and tears were still filling her eyes.
"Celestial Master Zisang." The junior master said hoarsely, wiping away his tears with his sleeves, struggling to stand up: "They..."
She could smell the scent of the old man yesterday, even if it was very faint. She kneaded a formula to make the breath thicker.
The retrograde wheel in Zi Sangning's hand kept spinning, surrounded by red light.
"I know the source of that aura." The two said in unison and looked at each other.
The two of them followed the aura and flew to a dilapidated thatched hut.
The thatched hut has tilted half way and is crumbling. The thatch on the roof has been blown to pieces by the wind. There is air leakage everywhere in the house, and the door has disappeared.
The snow on the ground was pale and feeble, covered with strings of red footprints, which made people feel chilly.
I saw the old man holding the wooden horse in his left hand and the candy figure in his right hand, walking forward as if he were stepping on thorns all over the road with his bare feet, his bloody footprints on the snow.
"四囝, daddy bought your favorite candy man, and daddy is here to accompany you." The old man looked at the cute little boy in front of him with a loving face. Even though it was like a knife cutting under his feet, he never frowned and retreated, and he was willing to perish.
With the strong demonic aura surrounding the hut, Master Yun Chu couldn't help but frown as he watched the old man being restrained by the illusion and surrendering.
She originally thought that the old man was just contaminated with something he shouldn't have been contaminated with, but she didn't expect that he was seriously ill and there was no cure.
Seeing this, the person beside him recited a mantra casually, made a formula, and saw a red light suddenly flying towards the old man.
Everything is restored to its original state, and there is nothing in front of him, only despair.
There was nothing left, his baby was gone.
"囝囝,囝囝..." A panicked voice came. The old man's eyes were filled with purple light, and the expression on his wrinkled face was twisted and full of anger: "It's you, it's you...it's all you!"
"I didn't expect that you would let yourself down and dance with the devil, causing me to waste my spiritual power to save you that night. If I had known this, I would have killed you yesterday." There was anger in the hoarse voice, and his eyes were focused. layer of frost.
"Among the forbidden arts, puppets are the worst." Zi Sangning's eyes stayed on her body and swirled: "Be careful."
Master Yun Chu looked at him and nodded.
"You don't understand, you don't understand! I'm only one step away from being reunited with my baby forever." A chaotic voice forced out of his throat, mockingly hoarse: "No need for your smart-alecks, hahaha , then dedicate your lives to the demon god."
The old man's body was filled with dark purple light, and he turned into a ball of yo-yo and headed towards them.
"careful!"
Zi Sangning shouted loudly, pushed the first master away with quick hands and eyes, flew up, spun around, and kicked the old man away with his spiritual power.
There was a loud "clang" sound, and the old man hit the crumbling house heavily, and the house tilted a few more points in an instant.
The snow on the roof fell "swissly" and hit the old man.
"Indulging in fantasy like a zombie will ultimately harm others and yourself."
There were tears in the old man's muddy eyes, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, and there was a low and muddy sound in his throat, as if something was stuck in it.
He stretched out his hand tremblingly toward the void, desperately trying to grab something, and finally suddenly dropped to the ground.
Zi Sangning glanced at the old man with a hint of disgust, and his eyes fell on Master Yun Chu.
Seeing that the aura around the thatched house was still lingering for a long time, the first master spoke: "He does have the aura of Uncle Yuan and the others on his body. Who is so bold as to secretly practice forbidden arts?"
"I didn't expect that there were so many unclean things hovering in Qingsang County." The tracing wheel in Zi Sangning's hand was still turning rapidly, shining brightly.
"Forbidden magic is a big taboo."
There were dark and unclear emotions in his eyes.
"Ah ah ah... you actually killed someone." A sharp and harsh voice sounded. Listening carefully to the child-like voice, it made people feel unhappy, even disgusted.
The two of them raised their eyes and saw a wisp of air floating from the old man's body rushing into the air. Their voice could only be heard but no one could be seen.
"You did this in broad daylight and killed defenseless people indiscriminately."
"He should have died a long time ago." Zi Sangning treated it indifferently, as if he had killed an ant casually.
The air ball continued to circle around the broken hut: "Nonsense, this is the living dead that Ang spent a long time digging through the mass graves to save. It took a lot of effort, but you killed them at will."
"Ang is the demon god, specializing in catching demons and saving people. What Ang does is a good deed."
"It's just a puppet chess piece to serve you. Could it be that you killed those people who disappeared a few days ago." The first master laughed coldly, with a cold look in his eyes: "The monster that disappeared yesterday was not your handiwork?"
She had heard Uncle Yuan and others mention that most of the missing people were demons hiding in the human world. They had been in the world for too long, and their demonic aura was covered by their popularity. Those innocent people who were arrested were probably the masterminds behind the scenes. Just to deceive others.
The breath of Uncle Yuan and the others was mixed with a demonic aura that did not belong to them. She also smelled it on the old man's body. It was indeed the aura of the old demon.
The air ball made a child's voice, but smiled sinisterly: "Little girl, if you know too much, it will harm you. By the way, those monsters yesterday were really unpalatable. How do you feel about humans? Ang today You have to taste it carefully.”
The purple light emitted by the air mass instantly enveloped them, and the black air surrounded them. The sky suddenly changed color, and everything in front of them was dim, leaving only darkness and oppression.
The darkness was filled with all kinds of screams, which were horrifying.
"It's the screams of those demons before they die. It's very sweet, hahaha..." The air ball shuttled between them, constantly instilling his voice: "Today I will give you a gift, please remember Oh, I won’t be able to hear you anymore.”
The sky is constantly turbulent, just like Master Yun Chu's heart is constantly surging.
The junior master looked cold and clenched his fists.
The magic magic quietly condensed in the hand, giving off a faint light.
Zi Sangning approached and stopped her at some point, and whispered in her ear, reminding her: "Don't lose your life."
"It's just a shapeless monster."
"The tone is so arrogant." The air ball was not annoyed at all. It seemed that it had no intention of attacking them. It just kept surrounding the shabby hut, making a suffocating sound.
Zi Sangning put two fingers to his lips and made a mantra, and the red light followed the direction pointed by his fingers.
There was a flash of light, and in an instant, the blackness around him disappeared, light shone in, and the sky returned to its original color.
The air mass disappeared.
"Disappeared?"
"Someone is coming."
"Come on, we're from the government."
The two of them fled away, and when the people behind them caught up, there was only a dead old man left, staring at him with abrupt eyes, unblinking.
The death was similar to that of a Taoist priest before, and the hut was covered in old blood, making the case even more confusing.
The top of the mountain is covered with snow, and the cold wind is biting. Looking up, I can see little stars in the distance revealing the color of the mountain top.
The cold wind blew up the burning ashes and swirled them away, making the sparks of the burning paper money shine brightly, and the air was filled with a thick smell of smoke.
A new grave has been added to this hilltop.
His clothes were worn out, and the cold wind rushed in from the leaky clothes. Even though it was biting, a fire was burning deep in his heart, and his thoughts were pulled back before his eyes.
He continued to write on the paper under his hand. He wrote one obituary after another, and then threw it into the fire and burned it with the paper money.
Five years have passed, and he must find a way to tell the person on the road to hell. He can't let him walk happily on the road to hell!
His eyes were empty and lifeless, and the atmosphere was suffocating.
The tip of the pen under his hand has never been interrupted. The force of the pen is so strong that it seems to break the paper before stopping.
I don’t know how long it has been snowing, but my heart finally calmed down.
This ray of light shines into the endless darkness and despair. Since it cannot shine in all directions, it can only become sin and bring misfortune and pain.
But don't blame me.
The only thing to blame is your fate.
The corners of his mouth curved slightly, and the hands hidden under his sleeves kept stroking the smooth and bright beads, with a look of pity on his face and endless gloom and terror in his eyes.
Thousands of thoughts are still drifting into the distance with the wind.
The morning light is dim, roosters are crowing, smoke is curling up, and people are shouting and shouting.
His father finally came back in the morning light, smelling of alcohol.
"Go away, you are the prodigal thing..." Disappointment, resentment, and anger all fell on him, followed by the sound of porcelain hitting his bones.
My body has become accustomed to it, and my heart has become numb.
But I don't know where the pain is.
Looking at his father's hideous face because of his mother's pear noodles, he felt as if something was stuck in his throat and the words were on his lips but he couldn't spit them out.
He has experienced both his father's coldness and his father's warmth in just twenty years.
My father was willing to stand up for his mother after her death, but he spoke harshly to her and beat and kicked her during her lifetime. The most disdainful of the merchants, disgusted with their cunning and cunning, but he flocked to the merchants' customers. The most important thing was that he relied on his high reputation and good reputation to live in the world. Drunk every day...
Whenever he gets drunk, he is always whipped and asked to replace the wealthy businessman's family.
Father, why don't you think about how, even if they enter the official career, they have been poor for generations, compared with a wealthy businessman's family who has been in business for generations? It's just a mayfly shaking a big tree, wishful thinking.
Now he actually found it very funny.
If you are incompetent yourself, don't point fingers at others.
Later, his father had a conflict with a merchant and was beaten to death in the chaos.
He knelt in front of his father's grave and stared coldly at the paper money burned on the brazier, while the incense blew away in the breeze.
There was no disturbance in his heart, as if he was a bystander outside the incident, until the wealthy businessman's son led people to shovel his father's tomb.
At that moment, all the emotions he had felt for many years were triggered, and his consciousness and reason followed the movements. In the chaos, he didn't know who he stabbed...
Oh, come to think of it, I owe it all to him.
Father, you know so much that you will definitely be very happy.
What a pity he couldn't see...
